That’s what he said.

Not Autism can’t control impulses due to sensory over-stimulation, more fucking little shitness.

MPS made him an omelette to his specifications. However it was not in a timeframe that Boo felt was acceptable. The time frame being AFTER we had finished dinner, of something he was quite welcome to partake, but chose out of comfort or stubbornness to have his requisite omelette.

Dude loves him some omelette.

So the omelette was made and then subsequently thrown in the bin in a fit of defiance.

Then removed from the bin and thrown at the chair.

And then he touched the TV.

Woah Nelly, NO ONE touches the new bigscreen while Mummy is watching Masterchef.

So Sir ShittyLiver was sent to his room.

When he was allowed out he was full of piss and vinegar and then sent himself back to his room (cause no one tells Boo what to do, even if it means he has to punish himself to assert his will) via Too’s.

Would you mind terribly much if I borrowed that phrase, “Sir Shitty Liver”… I mean you should probably patent it, but since I didn’t see a copyright symbol I felt like it would be OK to ask. I can think of several people to use it on…. Oh yes… I likes it quite a lot.

what is a nomlette?? The last thing you need is another emo for christ’s sake…let’s encourage the boy to make mummy proud in more constructive ways like cleaning up after himself when he has a shitfit and oh….let daddy be the enforcer!